Zhang Haitao wished he could desecrate Su Fan's ancestors' graves.
Yet at this moment, he still managed a forced smile on his face.
"Little Su, come on in, I was just about to look for you to have a talk," he said.
Su Fan followed Zhang Haitao into the office.
Wu Miao stood in a corner, her head low, fidgeting and not daring to look at Su Fan.
Hmph!
Remembering how this old woman acted so arrogantly and overbearingly in the morning, Su Fan couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
"Little Su, that thing just now, it was all a misunderstanding," Zhang Haitao said.
"Yes, a misunderstanding, I was just here to report work to Director Zhang," Wu Miao quickly echoed.
Su Fan laughed.
"Director Wu's method of reporting work is quite unique, isn't it? It's my first time witnessing such innovation," he said.
Wu Miao wished she could burrow into a hole and hide.
Then Su Fan turned to Zhang Haitao.
